#omg the feels
*THIS IS ONLY A PROMP IDEA, I DO NOT INTEND TO WORK ON THIS*
With 25 years, Gavin Reed was a top tier detective of the Detroit Police Department with all the records regarding solved cases and sorts. He is really good at his job despite his douchebag and unapologetically ruthless attitude. He is the kind of person you want to have around when a tough case has to be solved.
Then, he was left deaf.
All his career, all his hard work aiming to become Liutenant, lost. For ten years he was delegated from field work to office stuff, his temper is worse than ever. He is alone most of the time because despite not talking to anyone the vibes he emits are simply toxic. No one heard him say a single word for years. Most of his coworkers pity him in silence, and his frustration knows no limits. He can’t stand seeing Anderson arrive hangover at work knowing how much better he could do on his damned position, the amount of shit he could get done IF ONLY his hearing wasn’t gone forever.
Then, an Android is assigned to him with the opportunity to get back to the game. He is convinced it won’t work, and don’t want his hopes to be crushed again. Also he can’t stand the damn things. He is gesticulating to Fowler that he doesn’t want it (Fowler and Tina the only two persons that learned properly the sign language since he isn’t really that good at reading lips) and then, RK900 enters the office.
Gavin obviously can’t hear him but sees Fowler looking past him, so he turns around. RK900 stares back at him in silence. Slowly, the android raises his hands and a soft smile appears on his lips, as if trying to calm him.
—It’s nice to meet you, detective.
This is my answer to the frustrating fact that John is demanding that Molly keep Rosie away from Sherlock as of the end of the first ep. I hate it and I want it to be resolved asap. And this is how I’d LOVE for it to happen.
Molly sat there on the couch bouncing her leg a little and wringing her hands every so often as she mulled over the feelings and words that were swimming in her brain. She jumped a little when John unlocked and came walking through the door.
“Hey,” he muttered quickly as he hung up his jacket. “Thanks again, I know this was short notice. But it’s been crazy with all the legal rubbish and at the same time trying to take some patients-” He paused when he got a look at Molly. “What’s wrong?”
Molly didn’t answer as she stood from the couch.
“Molly, what’s wrong?” John demanded more loudly. “Where’s Rosie? What’s the matter?”
“She’s fine, John!” Molly quickly clarified. “She’s sleeping for the night, don’t worry.”
He released a breath of relief. “Well then what is it? Why do you look like that”?
Molly shook her head slowly. “I just- I can’t do this anymore.”
YAAAASSSS QUEEN (both you and Molly)
Beautiful. I think it’s John’s turn to be deduced by Molly Hooper. Throw some sense into that man, girl.
